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shellphones2024-11-25 10:41 pm
catsgothistongue) wrote in shellphones2024-11-25 10:41 pm
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TEXT // Looking to Cure Fear, Pls Help
Type: Text (Dated after Farplane event)
Sender ID: Anonymous
To: Public
Subject: Ranma's trying to cure his cat phobia
Warnings: Possible discussion of trauma, otherwise N/A
[After some recent... events that's transpired in the past couple months, events that left people he likes critically injured, it put a lot of things in perspective. Soul searching and all that junk. It... wasn't a new thought that popped up for the first time in this world, he's sat on it from time to time back home. But there, it didn't seem like there was constant events that'd set him off bad enough to maim his friends. Yet these past few months, he's kept falling into the Neko-ken state more and more, kept having his ailurophobia pushed to the tipping point. The cat island, the ghost cats, and now the black ooze of despair.
"Prevention is an important aspect, but I fear it may not be enough on its own.". Sherlock's words have been haunting his mind more recently from their talk of contingency plans. It staked his pride like a dagger to the heart. Control was something he should have, and he thought he had it all in check. For all his discipline, he can't get over being a scaredy-cat without losing his sanity.
He doesn't like considering this a viable option. Pop went out of his way to make sure he's adverse to showing weakness. This was something he should do though, before he goes above just clawing up people like fleshy scratch posts.]
Heya, I need some advice. For a friend. [... Look, you've gotta take baby steps sometimes when you're learning to walk.]
How do you get over a fear you've had since you were a kid?
[Vague, nondescript baby steps.]
Sender ID: Anonymous
To: Public
Subject: Ranma's trying to cure his cat phobia
Warnings: Possible discussion of trauma, otherwise N/A
[After some recent... events that's transpired in the past couple months, events that left people he likes critically injured, it put a lot of things in perspective. Soul searching and all that junk. It... wasn't a new thought that popped up for the first time in this world, he's sat on it from time to time back home. But there, it didn't seem like there was constant events that'd set him off bad enough to maim his friends. Yet these past few months, he's kept falling into the Neko-ken state more and more, kept having his ailurophobia pushed to the tipping point. The cat island, the ghost cats, and now the black ooze of despair.
"Prevention is an important aspect, but I fear it may not be enough on its own.". Sherlock's words have been haunting his mind more recently from their talk of contingency plans. It staked his pride like a dagger to the heart. Control was something he should have, and he thought he had it all in check. For all his discipline, he can't get over being a scaredy-cat without losing his sanity.
He doesn't like considering this a viable option. Pop went out of his way to make sure he's adverse to showing weakness. This was something he should do though, before he goes above just clawing up people like fleshy scratch posts.]
Heya, I need some advice. For a friend. [... Look, you've gotta take baby steps sometimes when you're learning to walk.]
How do you get over a fear you've had since you were a kid?
[Vague, nondescript baby steps.]
no subject
Switching to private, sorry sherry!
Dropping the public convo and switching to private DMs, he too drops the fictitious friend bit.]
Pop found this "invincible" technique called the Neko-ken in an old training manual. It goes like this: dig a pit or cellar deep enough the bottom's pitch black, and fill the hole after with starved and feral cats. Tie salty meats to the trainee's body, and throw them into the hole. The cats smell the food, go into a craze, and... You're smart enough to piece the outcome togethr.
The whole point was to burn a fear of cats so deep in the person's brain, they'll fight like a cat. Pop wasn't happy when I crawled out all scratched up, so he kept doing it over and over. 'Till either I figure it out, or I got over the fear. Lucky him, he got his wish. I know it.
[At the cost of being irreversibly screwed up in the head whenever a cat's nearby.]
no subject
That's why you...become cat-like when you can't get away from them, then?
I don't know about a cure but I'd sure like to figure out what's wrong with your father's mind.
sorry for the delay aaaaaaa
Considering he didn't bother reading past the first page of the dumb manual? There's a vacancy up there instead of his brain.